[ Hana has to look on almost excruciatingly, as Shiro explores her with his eyes, hands, lips. She has to watch each shift of his musculature with every movement, listen to each breath he takes and the hum of his voice whenever he finds something he likes and worst of all feel every single thing. He grants her reprieve whenever he does something-- when he feels her ass, when he presses his hand onto her stomach and up, but, god, could she go crazy waiting for everything to come off.
It's with something that sounds an awful lot like a whine that her hands return to his back, but this time, rather than a light touch, she presses down, hard, nails digging into his skin a bit. And she can't help the words that escape from her lips, beginning with a choice curse word in Korean and then -- ]
what a good
It's with something that sounds an awful lot like a whine that her hands return to his back, but this time, rather than a light touch, she presses down, hard, nails digging into his skin a bit. And she can't help the words that escape from her lips, beginning with a choice curse word in Korean and then -- ]
Come on, Shiro. [ she pants, ] I want you.